Shadows of the Pitch- a Virgil Van Dijk Fan fiction

Chapter 6: Aggression.

I couldn't stop crying when I got home, laid face down on my bed clutching onto my pillow for comfort. I felt betrayed, like I didn't know who Virgil really was. I wondered why he didn't tell me this, that he is a literal celebrity. I felt scammed, although if he told me about this 'secret', I wouldn't have been so hurt. But then, it dawned on me. I was the secret.

My phone wouldn't stop ringing for a solid hour. Every time I let it ring over and over, staring at the screen through tears. My eyes stung more every time my phone vibrated. My heart was aching. It wasn't fair. It didn't make sense why someone like him wanted to waste his time with me, cooking me meals, renovating the bar with me, sleeping on my fucking sofa. I just didn't get it, what he wanted from me or what his goal really was.

Stuck in thought, I heard frantic knocking on my door. Opening it slightly ajar, I saw a panicked, sweaty Virgil with a concerned look smeared across his face. Quickly, I tried to slam the door in his face, but he stuck his foot in the door frame.

'Connie... Please..' He huffed, looking deep into my eyes. The tears started to flow even more, I couldn't stop it. I walked away from the door, hanging my head away from him in embarrassment. He walked in, putting his coat on the hanger before trying to reach out to me. I flinched. For a while we stood opposite each other, in complete silence. Only the sound of traffic echoed from down below us.

'Why didn't you tell me...?' I mumbled, looking down to my feet. I didn't want him to see me like this.

He sighed, reaching to hold my arm in reassurance.

'I know I should have.'

Instantly, I pulled away.

'Then why didn't you?! It's been almost a month!!' I shouted, my eyes darting straight at him, he could practically see anger and betrayal radiating off me.

'What am I to you, Virgil?! Something to pass the time? A little secret from your wife and kids? What was the point of wasting your time and money on me like this?! Like I'm some sort of fucking... Charity case?!'

I stood, heavy breathing after my outburst of rage. Virgil looked taken aback. He thought for a moment, before taking a deep breath.

Although spending almost every day together, me and Virgil had no label. We weren't exactly friends, definitely not lovers, nothing more than a cuddle had ever happened between the two of us; not once did Virgil try and make a move on me, and I appreciated it, but also craved it. I wanted him to want me.

'Connie, I'm sorry I didn't tell you.' He sighed, taking a couple steps towards me. I started to shake from nerves.

'I liked the fact that you... you didn't know, who I was. You didn't care,' Virgil frantically stammered, starting to pace around my flat. 'You didn't see me the way others do. And it was... Amazing.'

Our eyes met, and I felt like I was melting inside. I wanted to be angry, I felt so betrayed. But after he spoke, I couldn't help but cry again.

'I wouldn't care if you was the most famous person in the world, Virgil!' I cried.

'Why would it matter to me? Did you ever consider how much you were going behind my back to keep your little secret?!'

His eyes became glossy.

'Fuck, I don't even know why I wasted my time... Being something you can waste your time on while your wife thinks you're being an honest, great person?!  I thought you were like me! But no.. You're just some celebrity twat who thinks he can use people!'

'Connie, no that's not-'

'Well I refuse to be that temporary side piece you can bin off once you go home to your family!!'